This is a song about "Baby don t cut"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Carlcee, lexiee, mindvoid, don, i'm not even through

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Say what you wanna but

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck